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Lonely Nights

These blueberries are too tart on this lonely night. I break my pearl necklace and throw it in to the pen.

Empty words of false passion pass back and forth through a tiny screen. Liking and loving, then again not, myself. HA! I’m my worst enemy. 

I want better, the boy in tight shirts, with traveled shoes and a strong soul. Mountain man of my dreams his smile is so bright I my heart needs sunscreen. 

Hear on these lonely nights I must find something to keep my mind from thinking to hard. Over stimulation from all sides. How can you be so many people at one time? No, I’m me. I’m me. I’m fine.

I don’t want to be bad hear on these lonely nights. I can sense a breakthrough. Where is it? I can sense it. Why does it hide? Is it close?

Even now, again back and forth. I know it will never satisfy, then why? Will I ever change? God! Help! I will come back from these lonely nights. 

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